Lost In The Shuffle

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Winston

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Low and behold the origins
More or less a series of unfortunate events
Form the core of his existence
Wish it was how it used to be
Now he needs some powerful green to produce the feeling
So he gets lit
Day in and day out
Shouts to the laces and all of the televisions that raised him
Low and behold the hand that feeds
A man that bleeds in panic
Praying for peace, yeah
Sure he appears stable enough
To the average ear
Really he's here and he's fucked up
Spitting ignorant gibberish hoping you take interest in him
Admit it, you ain't even listening bitch
So why try? He's asking
He ain't left the house in around about
Three and half weeks
The walls collapsing
He burn it down and start fresh
Make the Kessel Run in twelve parsecs
He's

Lost in the shuffle
Don't know jack
Hustle for the next meal
Getting fed bullshit
Vomit as it all gets mixed up
Lost in the shuffle
Shit's fucked

Lost in the shuffle
Don't know jack
Hustle for the next meal
Getting fed bullshit
Vomit as it all gets mixed up
Lost in the shuffle
Shit's fucked

Low and behold a young buck on the come up
Old enough to know better
But he gives no fucks like so what
Couldn't care less about em
Probably better off without 'em but
Deep down feel the guilt you built
Excuse him as he slips into a slew of pills
Body fluids spill
In the sink
As he think about a dip
Probably drown in the drink
Low and behold the traits which he perceives to be greatness
But that's all fake shit ok kids
He don't understand the errors of his ways
Kid's life is night terrors inside display cases
War paint for the tribe
Unsure if his way of life will survive
Low and behold a battle with bad habits
Brewing since he took a stab at it
He's

Lost in the shuffle
Don't know jack
Hustle for the next meal
Getting fed bullshit
Vomit as it all gets mixed up
Lost in the shuffle
Shit's fucked

Lost in the shuffle
Don't know jack
Hustle for the next meal
Getting fed bullshit
Vomit as it all gets mixed up
Lost in the shuffle
Shit's fucked

Low and behold the horizon
The eyes of a wise man stare of in silence
Thinking back to when he had the gold touch like Midas
But the vice grip be the tightest
Reason why he's like this
Ain't no other way to do him
Unique with each and every movement
Of this Rubik's cube leave you stupid and clueless
He switching the colors so the sides match
I salute him
In this universe you can get to feeling useless
Truth hurts, truth is he makes his own purpose
Self worth comes from within
Not long ago, he was on the fringe
But he's back now
Bringing a storm
Course they back down like fat cows
Or mountain climbers at the sight of black clouds
He act out
Like he's living it up
When in reality, shit's fucked
But I can't judge
Because we all just

Lost in the shuffle
Don't know jack
Hustle for the next meal
Getting fed bullshit
Vomit as it all gets mixed up
Lost in the shuffle
Shit's fucked

How we all just lost in the shuffle
Don't know jack
Hustle for the next meal
Getting fed bullshit
Vomit as it all gets mixed up
Lost in the shuffle
Shit's fucked

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